XXV
Shipwreck
It tossed and tossed,—A little brig I knew,—O’ertook by blast,It spun and spun,And groped delirious, for morn.
It slipped and slipped,As one that drunken stepped;Its white foot tripped,Then dropped from sight.
Ah, brig, good-nightTo crew and you;The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue,To break for you.